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Message: <blockquote data-quote="knightemplar" data-source="post: 5057482" data-attributes="member: 56260">As others sit down at the table following the lead of Hale and D'Vassa, the Commodore says,"Let's go ahead and start, it looks like the majority of people are here, and I hope you are all hungry." With that a skilled crew of enlisted crewman start serving the dinner made up of various dishes from around the galaxy.  "Before we start eating, I wish to thank Crewman Daniels and his crew for making this fine dinner before us.", says the Commodore, as she slowly waves towards the one man that seems to be orchestrating the other servers. With that a few of the officers clap in appreciation for the fine meal set in front of them.  The dinner goes along quite well, with various officers chatting among themselves and introducing themselves to others. There are some pretty good stories going around the table, and everyone is having a good time.  "Commodore, there is a Priority One signal from Grand Admiral Turner's office, the carrier wave is identifying Fleet Admiral Kiel.", Carsi states as she walks over to the Commodore and awaits her orders.  "Not even out of Drydock, and we get an emergency call. This is going to be one interesting cruise.", Kris slowly uses her napkin to daintly wipe her mouth."Carsi, display Priority One message on the dining room's main viewer. Accept call, Rardon Gamma Epsilon Five One." The viewscreen on the opposite wall flares to life, as all of the members of the table turn around to see what is going on. Commodore Rardon calmly strolls in front of the viewscreen as on the screen, the blond hair of Fleet Admiral Kiel is seen. Her eyes tell the tale of another late night of no sleep with the current emergency. In the background, everryone can see Grand Admiral Turner sitting at the desk in his office, calmly talking to Admiral Sa'avik. "I take it Liz, this is not a personal call", she says calmly as she addresses her ranking admiral. "Sorry Kris, I hate to do it, but I need you on the front lines now. The Discovery was on a standard border patrol, investigating Federation transports to Cestus III going missing. She was attacked by three Gorn Battlecruisers and heavily damaged. Ann was badly hurt in the attack and her tactical officer is currently in command, trying to get back to DS7. Admiral Mendez and a group of Federation diplomats have been on the Gorn Homeworld for the last few days and we are hoping that there can be a diplomatic resolution to this situation." "I see. Are we to head for the border immediately, Admiral?" "No, but you will be leaving drydock tomorrow morning at 1000 hours. Utopia Planitia assures Grand Admiral Turner that the ship is ready and most of the other repairs can be done while she is in transit. Recall your crew from leave and have them report back in by 0700, that should get most of the crew here, and the rest will embark when you drop me off at 39-Sierra. I will be coming aboard about 0900 after I get a couple of hours of sleep, and we will have a quick change of command ceremony." "I have authorized your Chief Engineer to request any parts he think he needs from the Stardock and they will move it as a priority request.", the Admiral says, trying to stifle back a yawn. "From 39-Sierra, I am authorizing your deployment at Cestus III, in case the diplomatic overtures go bad." "Yes, Admiral. We will leave at 1000 hours as ordered. Anything else?" "We will talk later Kris, I hope this doesn't go bad. If it does, I will be glad that your there to make sure it doesn't become a disaster for the Federation. Beyond that we will talk when I arrive. Kiel Out.", the viewer screen for a few seconds displays the United Federation of Planets symbol before it slowly darkens to black. "Ladies and Gentlemen, you have heard the Admiral and we have our orders. Once more we go into the breach with hope on our side." "Lt. D'Vassa issue the crew recall orders and run a level 1 diagnostic on all communication systems. Also, get me anything you can find on Memory Alpha about the Gorn and their tactics, background data and such. Help me learn all I can about a species I don't know anything about.", D'Vassa quickly gets out of her seat and heads towards the door to carry out her orders.  "Lt. Commander Hale have the few officers and crew do a level 1 diagnostic on all weapon and defensive systems. I just have a bad feeling we will need them sooner than we desire. Also, have an honor guard standing by at 0900 for the arrival of the Admiral with the standard piping ceremony. She would not want the ceremony under the circumstances of our advanced departure, but I have known her for years and respect her enough to do it anyways." "Lt. Winters, figure out what you need to requisition and order it. If there is the slightest chance you might need it, do it with the Admiral's orders and my blessings." "Lt. Kevas, check out the sensor systems and do a level 1 diagnostic on the computer core. If you see anything that seems out of place coordinate with Lt. Winters please." "Dr. Crescent, can you please make sure all medical systems are fully operational. With all due respect Dr, I hope we do not need your talents too soon, but I want you to be the best equipped and prepared you can be if we get into a shooting match." "Ens. Benson, do diagnostics of all shuttle systems and do a level 1 diagnostic of the main helm controls."  "Lt. Martinez, I want an operational check of the main systems and coordinate with the others to assist in the diagnostics." "Cmdr. Cherok, coordinate with Lt. Winters on what we were talking with Dr. Sandecker and help him with whatever you can." "Everyone else, please help where you can, we are running on the clock and I can only hope we can make her deadline.", with that she turns her back on the rest of the crew as they scramble to carry out her orders and with a thoughtful stare looks out towards the side window and towards the stars.   GM's Note: Just moving the plotline up, or I would probably bore most of you with two more weeks in drydock.</blockquote>

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